His absence was like a broken rib:
sending phantom pains so strong my heart cries out
reminding me on good days and bad,
he is not here
my body gives in each time
how do I heal, when this body is no longer mine?
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liberosis
PoetryA journey I made through heartbreak. When I felt everything entirely too much. When all I wanted was to let go and hold on. To drown and to swim all at once. This is my story of learning to soak in liberosis. Enjoy. xx
